Emptied in side my soul wonders aimlessly in the damp wintered forest alone.
I feel nothing but the cold which seems to sink right to my bones
Where have you gone my love?
Why did you have to leave me?
Each day I search the endless woods for you. Trapped in this prison I have made myself into a reality.
But were have you gone?
My soul which used to fill my days with joy has as most, abandoned me.
The hallowing wind pearicess my soul as if trying to take which all I have left from me.
Alone I spend my days walking over the damp leaves & snow covered ground alone.
There is no life here, not even within me.
I will continue to search fo
Does not the very word 'creative' mean to build, to initiate, to give out, to act - rather than to be acted upon, to be subjective? Living photography is positive in its approach; it sings a song of life
- not death. -- Berenice Abbott
Use to I would be able to capture a thought & put it on paper. I could simply be walking or doing nothing & my head would fill with images. I was able to retain them till I could put them on paper. But slowly it crept away. All that inspired was lost or gone.
~ You can admire the person who admired you
~ You cannot admire a person more then once
~ You must do 10 other people
~ You can do random admires
~ You must do this if you admire some ones art work!